30s, 50s, 100s
Shy Glizzy
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(I get my work from The Narco) (Yeah) Oh you heard I'm gettin' rich? (Yeah) Well that's a fact, remember I ain't had shit And a nigga had to jack Use to run up with the MAC Like, "What you got?" (What you got?) Take 'em way, way back when we was beatin' on the pots (way back) Little mama is a roller (yeah) Yeah, she a thot You must of been the one that told her That she a snack (ha) Yeah, they call me young Jefe from the bottom of the map (Young Jefe) We got thirties, fifties, hundreds, on the bottom of these straps Yeah, I stepped up in that bitch Almost got attacked (ha) That .45, I tuck it when I'm sneakin' in the back (gat) Soon as I throw them bands, them bitches bust it on my lap (bang) Somebody gotta flash it when they bustin' in the trap (oh) She ask me what's my name (yeah) I said "Racks" (Racks) That bitch ain't playin' no games, when she hopped in this Maybach (uh) And she let me film it, I can hit the playback (yeah) Bitch I carry three guns, I shoot just like A.I. (swish) Yeah I stay fly, that shit will hurt a hater ass A nigga play with Jefe, then a nigga gon' die (a nigga gon') Yeah, I know these rappers like to lie But I'm a real fuckin' trapper And I carry that shit with pride (ah, ah, ah) Oh you heard I'm gettin' rich? (Yeah) Well that's a fact, remember I ain't had shit (uh) And a nigga had to jack (jack, boy) Use to run up with the MAC Like "What you got?" (What you got?) Take 'em way, way back when we was beatin' on the pots (way back) Little mama is a roller (roller) Yeah, she a thot (uh) You musta been the one that told her That she a snack (ha ha) Yeah, they call me young Jefe from the bottom of the map (Young Jefe) We got thirties, fifties, hundreds, on the bottom of these straps Boy, you playin' around with pennies (uh) I got them Benjis She don't know shit 'bout no hemmies (no) She like them Bentleys Ask about a real nigga, she ain't had any Then she asked about these f*ck niggas She done has plenty (Goddamn, goddamn) Homie, he can keep her She did there when I need her I got her on that St. Regis Yeah, that's where we meet (uh) Hey señorita, she gon' let me beat it (hey, hey) Yeah, you know I keep that heater Got played and you leave her (bang) Bitch you blowin' up (yeah) You the damn broad Go thirty floors up (yeah yeah) Then take your pants off Never too much (never too much) Quick to fire, draw Niggas play with us play with us) Then we gon' blast off Oh you heard I'm gettin' rich? Well that's a fact (fact), remember I ain't had shit And a nigga had to jack (uh) Use to run up with the MAC (yeah) Like, "What you got?" (What you got?) Take 'em way, way back when we was beatin' on the pots (remember? Uh) Little mama is a roller (roller) Yeah, she a thot You musta been the one that told her That she a snack Yeah, they call me young Jefe from the bottom of the map (Young Jefe) We got thirties, fifties, hundreds, on the bottom of these straps, uh
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Written by: Marquis Amonte King
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